Olga held out her free, heavily ringed hand toward my lover. “Oh, Matthew, he’s even more delicious then you claimed. And he probably ishung like a racehorse, just as you also conveyed.”
“I-I never used the word ‘delicious,’ and I certainlymentioned no descriptions of a horse when telling you about—”
“Did I say you told me verbally? Of course not! But that’s not to say that your vibrations didn’t fully communicate the absolute deliciousness of your boyfriend…along with many of his admirable physical qualities.” Her laughter filled the air as Sky took her hand. He actually bent forward to gallantly kiss her knuckles. “Oh, Matthew, no wonder you’re hopelessly in love with this hunk, regardless of how he’s hung.”